Biti and a rose
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I have a backlog of work. I don’t mean work as in what pays the bills, I mean this. Don’t get me wrong at the end of the year this page pays for itself. Pretty much that is all it does, like it’s supposed to.
If this page was taking a loss I would quit.
But I’m so entertained in delivering these feminine morsels to you. Now look at Biti, a pale Russian girl with a thing for roses and pearls. I like roses, pearls and Biti too. Especially Biti. Which flower to touch first, the one between her fingers or the one between her thighs?
To answer that question is not work. That’s a pleasure I want to indulge in day in and out.
Afternoon, Brenda, boat
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When I get the chance I go boating. It’s not an indulgence I take every day, though if I could I would. I would go out more if I knew that Brenda was going to sun herself in the marina. But I think you will be hard for me to go out every afternoon after work. soon, my afternoons around my boat would be an excuse to see her. But who needs an excuse? Maybe was some wine and some takeout. Something light because with a body like Brenda’s I don’t think I could handle anything weighing me down.
Narcissist Natasha naked
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One thing leads to another and next thing I know I’m saying things like “nice neighbor Natasha newly nude”.
I want to say that I’m being cute in the way I’m so playful in my titles. I do wish that Natasha was my neighbor. I know that she’s a nice person, at least in the fantasies that I have. Is she a narcissist? That I don’t know, but I don’t know too many women who don’t have a narcissist streak. She is nude.
Newly? To our eyes, thankfully yes.
Tamara likes the ivy around and on her
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I don’t usually go out to parks very often but when I do it’s usually bike riding around the one near my apartment. There’s a lot of hiking and biking trails that disappeared in the interior of the park. It’s a pretty big park. I wonder at times if I turn a corner when I see a woman like Tamara in the middle of the wood, covered in vines and ivy, like she was some forgotten Druid goddess. With a body like hers did you know that you would be in heaven to touch it, hold it, to have pleasure with it. I wonder which she be startled as a man, this stranger on a bicycle would come out of nowhere and just stop to stare at her. Which she run off like a deer? Or would she smile and then blend in with the flora around her?
Or would she use all of her “natural” charms to seduce me? I’m hoping for that one.
Seeing through Cali’s eyes
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They say that eyes are a window into the soul. In some cultures taking a photograph of someone’s eyes can be very important. Some traditions have it that a photograph of the eyes carries with it the potential to copy the subject’s soul.maybe that’s why they break the cameras of those who are unaware of this possibility. Such people might be careless and how they handle souls, misplaced or lose control of them. Such wandering spirits could hold grudges on the template, wanting and plotting against the life that we take for granted.
It’s very important to remember this when looking in someone’s eyes, we hope that the truth resides in them, reflected in their stares and glances. that we understand the privilege of being so close to another person’s soul and the aperture in which we see it. That we are kind and take care of such a position. A photograph only elucidates a memory, our eyes act as cameras.
Lizzy’s lavish life
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One look at Lizzy and you know that you want her. She didn’t have to take off her clothes to arouse me, that was a given. She could be shopping in a mall and a string of guys would follow behind her, observing. Waiting. Watching. What happens when she enters a Frederick’s of Hollywood; the gaggle of men pant at the window to get glance at her wearing chemise or a corset. But the privilege of Lizzy in the nude, without acting like a pervert and not have to deal with clothes. Joy! The diamond belly piercing is a nice touch, so is the string of pearls. Perhaps a reminder of how she wants to finish the night?